O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via observando)
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Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen. John Muir (via thecalminside)

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mightyflower:

to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, “no”

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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Sarah Williams (via observando)
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